Something about toes and the arch of the foot on my cock that really gets me going. Melissa stood up and took off her vest and sat on my lap. She kis...sed me deeply. Our tongues slid into each other’s mouths as my hand roamed her body. She took my hand and slipped it between her legs. Her pussy was soaking wet as she guided my finger inside her. We kissed deeply as I gently fingered her pussy and her hand glided over my cock. After a minute or two of making out she pulled my hand out of her. After 10 minutes nothing had happened so I decided to get out and as I did so it lit up my window lights and it felt like searchlights were on me. I began to walk to a grassy area that had paths that go into woods. As I did so I realised my heels were clicking really loudly and became aware of a thudding. It was my heart pounding but I was now closer to the woods than my car and felt a bit of safety as I entered a dark shadowy area.I stopped to get my breath back and compose myself.Facing was. No way he already had forgotten her.He seemed surprised first, but he smiled back after seeing her smile remain for seconds more. Maybe he thought, “Wow, she wants it too.”They remained like that for a few more seconds before the train started arriving at the station. With a slight “follow me,” finger expression, Hasna turned around and went to get on the train. She knew he would follow and he didn’t disappoint either.He ran towards the train and pressed into the box right behind her, pressing. I had just turned 50 and, if I do say so, I looked a good 10 years younger. I was just under 6' tall, exercised regularly and had a good build. I travelled a lot and I would arrange for hook-ups in cities I visited on business trips. I decided to advertise for someone around my age who was looking for a tight ass to fill. I finally received a tempting reply from a guy named Tyrone. He lived in a city I was soon to visit. Tyrone was recently divorced and, like me, had experimented earlier in.